Sunday, October 3, 2010

Grand Marshal

My mother-in-law--who does not possess a computer and will have to hear about this posting from her sister four states away--recently made us all proud. Last spring she retired after 30 years of teaching elementary students and this fall was given our small town's highest honor: she was asked to serve as grand marshal of the homecoming parade.

What a tribute to her and all the lives she's touched as a teacher.

I can't help but ponder my own career in comparison. What's the homecoming parade of my retirement? Will I end up as the grand marshal? When I think about it, my mother-in-law wasn't honored because she ran the best social studies lessons or had the best spelling tests, she was honored for caring about people, doing her job with pride and for going above and beyond in serving her "customers." Something to emulate.

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